A Beautiful Mess Books Novels & Stories

Amaya felt uneasy back at the library. Something wasn't right and she could feel it. She was so unrelaxed and everything wasn't feeling normal. She had come to the library to study for her fast approaching exams and everything was going on smoothly until now. Her left pinky finger had began shaking on it's own,a sign she had always had since she was a kid when things were about to or were already going wrong. She tried to focus back on her studying again,but couldn't. She suddenly felt restless.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I threw books, papers, whatever I could find, until his pristine office looked like a war zone. The noise was deafening, the destruction nothing more than a release for the storm inside me, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough until I knew Willow was safe. Until I could feel her in my arms, know that she was okay, that she was alive and breathing in this world where the monsters I had been born into were hell-bent on destroying everything good.

Some people loved you and left anyway. And sometimes that was the most beautiful kind of wrong.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

she said. She leaned in and continued, “Out of all the Cooper extended brothers, the man I fear the most is Damian. He’s ruthless and dangerous…he’s practically the king of shady dirty money.” “What do I do now?” I asked. “Janelle, as much as I hate to say this…you have no choice. Accept it.” She said and I was shocked. Even brave Ashley suggested I accept a death contract? The couple interrupted us. “Good morning ladies,” the man said, and we greeted with a lowered bow.

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That refusal to accept easy answers. I looked at her. Really looked at her. Sunlight painted gold across her hair. The ocean wind pushed loose strands across her face. Beautiful. The realization arrived instantly. Unwanted or Uninvited. True. My jaw tightened. "You enjoy provoking me." A small smile appeared. "Maybe." "That's a bad habit." "You haven't killed me for it yet." The words landed harder than she intended. Or maybe exactly as intended. I wasn't sure anymore. Lena's smile faded slightly. The atmosphere shifted. Subtle. But noticeable.

“It's nothing you should worry about. You didn't answer my last question though.” “We're friends, yeah?” “What do you think?” She shrugged. “Yes, I guess.” Betraying how I felt at that moment, I forced a smile at her. She smiled back and we started walking again. “Would you like to join a book club? We read books then we have scheduled meetings to sit and discuss what we read in the books.” “I know what a book club is, Annabelle.” “Sorry,” she said, letting out a little laugh. “I'll think about it and let you know. I have a lot to do and I have to see if it is something I can fit into my plans.”

Nicole's fingers danced across the spines of the books, gently adjusting their positions. She wanted to create an alluring display, one that would capture the attention of passersby. The vibrant covers were like a painter’s palette, and Nicole was the artist, carefully crafting her masterpiece. She stepped back, eyes narrowing as she scrutinized her handiwork. A slight tilt here, a nudge there—she was determined to find the perfect arrangement. The bookstore was her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in worlds spun by strangers. But today, she wanted the store itself to feel like one of those worlds: warm, magnetic, impossible to walk past without stepping inside. With a final s